19. Clarity

“What do we have here? Two lovely ladies full of spirit, it seems,” commented Belphegor while flailing his arms around, sending mini shockwave with each of his movements to all directions except Arwen and Francesca’s, destructing everything blocking its path. The once lush forests around now had been an open area, devoid of vegetations. He purposefully did that to demonstrate a little bit of his power, aiming to intimidate his toys. “You lassies are too tense it disgusts me!”

Along with that statement, Belphegor delivered a gust of whirlwind which forced Francesca and Arwen to grit their teeth not to be blown away.

“Foul being, identify yourself!” ordered Francesca amidst the strong gale. “Stop using Devon for your dirty trick!”

“Me? Foul being?” giggled Belphegor. “How dare you address a prince of hell like that? It’s your mouth which is foul!”

Arwen looked at Francesca anxiously. Sweat started to drip from her forehead.

“Prince of hell? What is he talking about?” wondered Arwen. “Ju
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